Sweet things

Daughter at weekend: “Why don’t we bake anymore?”

Me: “You can bake any time you like…”

Daughter: “When have I ever baked without you??”

Me: “But that was when you were small. You could bake perfectly well by yourself now”

Daughter: “What would be the point??”

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One Response to Sweet things

  1. judy kelly says:

    Liz, my darling, that’s true love and from the mouths of babes! N’est pas?

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